M83. (Oneshot)

M83. (Oneshot)

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If this is the last day of your life, what would you do? For the past 10 years, humans were fighting a deathly disease. Beloved people died every day, chaos everywhere, wars, there's no hope. Everything's fell into despair. The humans' populations dropped until it was left with only 35% because of that pandemic. And we thought that maybe this is it, this is the end of the world. But it turned out, God still gave us time for continuing our life. The Vaccine was created, and people could finally be healthy again. The Government also came with a solution to gain the humans' populations back. That's why they created VOID. VOID was an experiment in creating Androids, M83 was the company that created them. VOID was made to fulfil the buyers' needs. Be it to become the substitute for their deceased lover, husband, wife, children, a friend to talk to, a surrogate mother, a helper, or even a sex slave. They were designed to become what the buyers wanted them to become. Well, the buyers with money. VOID's popularity skyrocketed, and here where's everything fell down to the pit. To made one VOID, required one human's life. And it's not every day someone willing to come to M83 and offered themselves as an experiment. So how M83 solved that problem? by kidnapping poor people at the slum. Their DNA was taken by force, tortures were given. And here's where the story about two men who met in this hell began. They found love between tortures, they found happiness above pains. They knew their time was almost up, but at least they wanted to be happy on their last day of life. People always said to "eat the rich", and that's bullshit. It's always "eat the poor" from the beginning. (P.S: English is not my first language, so beware of some grammatical errors.)
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